She Won'T Be Back
He thought he saw her again last night, but it’s just a
dream he keeps having. She won’t be back – he’s seen to that.
The gods of irony smile as she – in conditioned silence –
stands over his supine body. Her lips still afraid to move.
As if for the first time, he sees the fullness and beauty
of her mouth. He wants to touch its softness and be healed.
But, when he reaches out she disappears. It’s just a
dream he keeps having. She won’t be back – he’s seen to that.
Her copious tears strike him like morning sun, and he wishes
he could shield his face from the light of so much shame.
Instead he reaches out to comfort her and save himself.
But, she vanishes, again. It’s just a dream he keeps having.
She won’t be back – he’s seen to that.
Scarlet drops stain her skin. Torn clothes no longer
hide their shared binding secret. All truth is told in dreams.
He wants to hold her. Mend her. Salvage the pieces
of his own ragged soul. He reaches out a trembling hand.
She’s gone. Again last night he thought he saw her.
But it’s just a dream he keeps having.
She won’t be back – he’s seen to that.
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